an old converted house
a place of witness 
last night
like other nights
a place where our 
disparate
desperate 
lives 
are transformed
into an ark 
transported by song
a bottomless 
floating boat
across the Reed Sea
to fetch 
scriptures
to find freedom 
to find the infinite 
a land of milk and honey
singing songs of freedom
is what gets us there
the realization that we 
were
are
slaves in Egypt
we are the ark
the other side
the other
even the Palestinians
we are freedom
and we don't even
need 
a boat
we are already 
there
and yet
and then
the weekly struggle
life in samsara
until we recognize
again
samsara
this sea of bitterness
is also 
this place of freedom
this little song of freedom
as Bob Marley said
its all I ever had
Shir Ami
Lovely poem, Todd. Shir Ami has been that for me, too.
ReplyDeleteI like your poem, Todd. Your spirit and presence help make Shir Ami the ark that it is. Ruth H.
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